The Rise of Demon King Spike

Soaped up to her knee, Cheerliee hummed happily as she washed her after dinner dishes. Her hips swayed gently and her tail whipped side to side in response to the half remembered song from her youth.

If there was one skill she didn't get much opportunity use in her adult life that she missed, it was dancing. She used to be an ecstatic beast of the dance floor.

It had been a crazy time in her life. Somehow inbetween classes and studying for her bachelors in literature and her teachers license she had still managed to spend six hours a weekend under the disco ball.

Every month there had been a new stallion to keep her company. The time between them often measured in mere hours. It had been a time of plenty. It had seemed like it would never end.

Ponyville was a very different place then Canterlot.

Ponyville offered her her very own dream job and it was very satisfying helping her students, but sometimes she did miss the fun and excitement.

With a shake of her hips she resolved to savor the memories as much as she had enjoyed the experiences.

A knock came from her front door.

Toweling the soap suds off of her hooves Cheerilee made her way to the front door. Maybe it was Twilight? The well studied unicorn has been a fairly regular visitor though almost always on a professional level.

“Hi,” greeted the small purple dragon on her doorstep.

“Hello Spike,” the earth pony peered past him looking for the expected Twilight that was always at his side. “How are you?”

“I've been good. How have you been?”

“Also good.”

“I... am glad to hear that.”

The two stood there awkwardly for a moment.

“I need to know about sex.”

“Oh.” Cheerilee startled a little and this time glanced around desperately to make sure no one in the street was close enough to over hear.

“You teach sex-ed?”

“Yes, yes I do.” She had a far away look in here eye as she struggled to come to grips with the nature of the conversation she was having.

“Can you teach me?”

“Do you have a permission slip?” The question was automatic.

“No...” Spike hadn't thought that he might need paperwork. Which was odd because his life was mostly paperwork. “Do I need one?”

“I can't teach sex-ed to a minor without permission from a parent or legal guardian.”

“I'm not legally a minor.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

“Can you teach me then?”

“Twilight really hasn't talked to you about this?”

“No, I don't think that she has.”

Cheerilee frowned in thought for a time. Did she have time? Did she want to teach a crash course on a day off? Did she want to take time off from cleaning the kitchen.

Oh, right.

“Spike, if you want to clean my kitchen I can give you a crash course.”

“Yes, of course, thank you very much!”

“Then please, come in.”

Moments later Spike was at the sink washing dishes and Cheerilee was seated at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hoof.

“So what exactly do you want to know about sex?”

“What is sex, for starters?”

“Sex is the biological act by which a male and female come together to create an offspring, and become parents.”

“Huh,” Spike hadn't quite expected it to be something as staggeringly intimidating as that. “Is the whole becoming parents a really important part of it?”

“Yes and no, it's certainly one of the most important things that can lead from sex, sex that doesn't result in conception is still sex. While rooted in the biological act of procreation there is also sex as a social act which is often not performed with the intent of procreation and can be performed between biologically incompatible partners.”

“What would make partners 'biologically incompatible'?”

“Well being of the same gender for one, another would be belonging to incompatible species.”

“'Incompatable species'?”

“For example buffalo and ponies are incompatible species and any pairing will fail to yield offspring, while griffons and ponies are compatible and have limited success at breeding.”

“I... I see.”

“The conception, the initial stage of life, starts when viable sperm from the male make contact with viable egg from the female.”

“Mares have eggs?”

“Yes, in their ovaries mares have hundreds of single cell eggs. The eggs are released one at a time as part of a biological response to extended exposure to sunlight. The process is called estrus and mares go through it once a year.”

“Do males have something similar?”

“No, a fertile male can impregnate a receptive female any time of the year.”

“But, you can have sex with receptive female, right?”

“Of course, social sex can be engaged in at any time of year.”

“Wow,” Spike pondered this volume of information and it's implications as he set aside the last washed pot and moved on to the counters.

“No as for the process of sex,” Cheerilee mentally retreated to her safe place for this part of the conversation. Her safe place being a classroom filled with attentive young ponies and a chalk board behind her. “Now males and females have different but corresponding parts, and these different parts are the male's penis and the female's vulva. They are often referred to by different words or nicknames, but those are their proper names. Sex, the standard, regular act, is started with the insertion of the penis into the vulva. There are of course variations but this is the principal sex act from which all other sex acts are deviations from.”

“Other sex acts?” asked a filly in the back with Spikes voice.

“Yes, other sex acts, or arguably acts similar to sex, such as oral sex, anal sex, hoof jobs, wing petting, field penetration and even the solitary act of masturbation.”

“What's masturbation?” asked the same filly.

The class erupted into predictable giggles.

“Now settle down, it's a fair question,” she reprimanded the imaginary class. “Masturbation is any sexual act performed by a single individual upon themselves.”

“Neat, how does that work?”

The hush that followed was always deafening.

“Usually with in the privacy of your own bedroom and a hoof. It's a fairly straightforward process.”

“Huh, so the penis and the vulva, what exact part of the body is that?” asked a pony near the front who was pretending to take notes.

“Located between the hind legs, the penis somewhat more forward and the vulva somewhat more backward. The penis incorporates the urinary tract while the opening of the vulva is just slightly further to the back.”

“How do you have sex, exactly?”

“Insertion, repeat as necessary.”

“No, not that, I mean before that.”

“Well, there are many ways, but the key step that all of those ways share is that you ask or are asked for sex.”

“You just ask?”

“Well... you can and maybe they say yes, but they probably won't.”

“Then how exactly?”

“You see, it's all about the how you ask, and who you're asking and the pre-existing relationship that you have with that pony. What works with a pony who knows you, wouldn't work with a stranger or even a different pony that knows you.”

“This sounds complicated and messy. Why does anypony do it?”

“Because it feels good. There isn't really much more to it then that,' she paused for a moment to wait for the next question and finding it tellingly absent continued. “This should for the preliminary lesson, we can continue this tomorrow unless you have some more personal questions you can ask me after class,” with a nod and a step back she dismissed the classroom.

“Class?” asked Spike, having finished the counters, table and stove and having already swept the floor was halfway through mopping.

“I'm sorry, I misspoke.”

“So... Twilight's parents had sex? Like her dad inserted his penis into her mom's-”

“That is how that works, yes.”

“Ew.”

“It's a beautiful process I swear.”

Spike gave the mop a final ringing and sat down at the table. It was a lot to take in and a he felt some weighty and crushing doubts about the whole... thing.

He gave a tired sigh and put his face into his claws.

“So what set this off? I mean, why the sudden interest? Is there a pretty lady dragon that caught your eye?”

Spike looked away.

He felt the world shift under him like he was being thrown further away from his life as he knew it. Like he could do anything but he had no idea what the consequences of anything he did might be.

“Something like that,” Spike answered after a moment. “But...”

“But what?” Cheerilee stumbled forward in the conversation, her teachers instincts told her not to pry to hard but something inside of her needed to know. “Do... do you like boy dragons? It's perfectly fine if that is the case.”

“No, I just...” he could feel something right here and if he took that next tiniest step things would start to change. Then he wouldn't be able to go back. But he was desperate. “I just like ponies.”

“W, well I suppose that makes sense. You see ponies every day-”

“Even if I had never seen one before I think I would still like mares.” He didn't know what he was saying, it sounded true but he couldn't recall ever thinking it before. “I like the goofy buildings. I like their soft coats. I like their cutiemarks and their manes.” He was standing up on the chair now, he felt a stirring in his breast like he was swearing a sacred oath of allegiance, A divine oath that would make him turn away from the company of dragons for the rest of his life. “The names and the smiles. Their hysterics and their strength. The dip of their withers and the curve of their haunches.” It felt so right to say it. To acknowledge aloud to himself and anyone who cared to hear him that there was no question that he would joyously spend the rest of his life in the company of mares.

“It's bifurcated,” Cheerilee told him in a flat tone of voice.

Spike glanced at Cheerilee and then followed her wide with surprise eyes. He was somewhat startled himself, he had been very moved speech by his little speech.

On any previous day he would have covered himself. He skipped that part this time. It just didn't seem important.

“Sorry, it gets like this sometimes.”

“Oh, I imagine it does. You see this here is what is known as an erection.” Cheerilee suddenly stood once more before the imaginary classroom, gesturing to the anatomy of an aroused dragon with a pointer. “The penis enters into a state where it engorges with blood in preparation for penetration. Now this particular specimen is very different from the stallion equivalent in that it is a bifurcated penis. Bifurcated being a word that describes something that is one thing but has grown naturally into two things like a tree or river.”

“Is it really that weird?” asked the chubby colt near the front.

“I wouldn't say it's weird, just different and certainly interesting.” Even together they weren't as large as a stallion's equivilant but they had a curious charm to them.

A world away Spike recalled that all he had to do was ask and ask in the correct way, without knowing what that way was beforehand.

“You explained the whole thing very well I think, but there are somethings I didn't quite get, so would you maybe be willing to give a demonstration?” asked an uncertain and random student.

Was she willing to have sex with this strange and unique penis belonging to this rather pleasant dragon infront of her imaginary class without consequence?

She phrased it to herself as a question. It wasn't a question though.

The example erection for the presentation had begun to flag but the touch of her hoof quickly restored it to it's prior hardness.

“Sure, but I'm only going to do this once so need you to pay close attention,” she told them. “And I don't want to hear a single word of this outside of this room.” With that she lowered her muzzle to the dragons crotch and began the lesson in earnest.

Her thick tongue rolled across first one shaft and then the other moistening soft pink members. The members twitched and struggled reach higher stages of arousal and failed. She made careful note to avoid over stimulation in the early stages.

“Now this is an example of what is known as 'oral sex'.”

She gave each member a quick testing suck, judging the oddly slick texture of the skin and the taste that wasn't far removed from brimstone. She finished with a nod of approval.

“Now oral sex is a skill and a novice won't be able to bring a partner to climax on her first attempt, but I am practiced and I could, if I wanted to. But that would limit the number of things that I can show you today lets to and so we will avoid that for now.”

Almost contrary to her statement she opened wide taking both ends of the dragon cock into her mouth, the splay was such that each head pushed against separate cheeks while her tongue played between them.

She noticed a hiss of pain and realized the cocks where sliding past the line of her molars and coming into occasional contact, she compensated by flattening her tongue over her lower molars and sucking her cheeks in a little.

Claws reach forward and gripped her ears and his hips began to buck. She could feel his confidence rising with the speed and force of his thrusts as he began to fuck her mouth.

A drop of a hot and acrid fluid on her tongue was her signal that it was time to stop.

“Please, don't stop yet.”

“Don't worry the best bit is yet to come.”

Cheerilee shimmied onto the table/desk, laying on her belly with her hoof tips barely touching the ground. With Spike standing on the chair they should be just about lined up, well if he stretched a little.

“Now this is a demonstration of vaginal sex, or regular sex. Notice how the mares tail shifts to one side, this is like the erection is a none voluntary reaction to invite the partner into sex.”

Desperate sweaty claws grasped at her haunches. She could feel the readiness and the need to enter her.

An long moment passed.

“Spike?” a pleading whine erupted uninvited from her mouth.

The twin cocks plunged into her moist and ready hole, almost as though he had just needed her to beg for it.

And stopped. Inside of her, buried as far as they could and he stopped.

She rolled her hips against him, that same whine struggled to be voiced turning into a high pitched frustrated squeal.

He started by rolling his hips in return grinding against her muff and she groaned in appreciation. Slowly and uncertainly the motion began to translate into thrusting.

“Yes! Yes just like that! Fuck me!” she begged wantonly and her face flushed with shame.

Finally getting into his stride the dragon fucked the mare a strange grin stretching across his face.

But he had had a head start and he was new at this.

Well before Cheerilee could touch more then the first few scraps of her orgasm Spike came. Startlingly hot cum pumped into her delicate hole.

She answered not with a moan, but a startled whinny and a deep concern that she had managed scald her cooter. She rolled out of Spike's grasp and onto the floor.

The pain soon faded however, suggesting that the boiling jism had had insufficient heat or mass to cause lasting harm, and she was left looking up at a very concerned looking dragon.

“Cheerilee are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no Spike, I was just surprised is all. It was just a lot hotter then I'm used to.”

“Huh?”

The earth pony got up onto her hooves and took a deep breath to get a hold of herself.

“I suppose the demonstration was sufficient though?”

“Y-yes, yes it most definitely was a well detailed and educational demonstration that answered all of my questions.”

“If all of your questions are answered, does this conclude out business for the day?”

“I suppose it does.”

And with that she saw him to the door.

While walking home, Spike felt just a tiny bit taller.